Once a month, the Hunt begins ... Hartley and his sister are cervidae, human in form with deer-like features. They're coming home from a late movie and only have a few moments before midnight strikes. When the Hunt starts. Hartley knows he's tempting fate and urges Giselle to run. Almost silent in the darkness, a pair of felidae -- half-human, half-lion -- stalk their prey. The lioness, Leanna, chases after Hartley, closing in for the kill, while her cousin Tau races behind her, eager to catch the buck first. But something more than bloodlust runs through his veins tonight. He's hungry for Hartley, yes, but Tau desires him for more than just a quick meal. He wants to claim the buck as his own. Can the shadowed alleys of downtown Richmond hide this forbidden animal attraction?

Hunted

stand a chance and slide down his thighs. When Hartley raises his


knees, butterflying them around Tau’s hips, the jeans sink to his


sound escapes Hartley’s throat—he can’t help it. It’s embarrassing,


something between a gasp and a cry that sounds like he’s


whimpering, but Tau has told him he likes it so Hartley doesn’t try


to bite it back. It’s an excited sound, and aroused sound,


something he does when he’s close to coming, and it turns his lover


on something fierce. In response, Tau growls in the back of his


throat, his kisses slipping from Hartley’s lips down, to Hartley’s


jaw, then Hartley’s neck, as if he can find the source of that


little sound and tear it from the buck beneath him.


at tender skin as Tau makes his way down Hartley’s throat; his


hands trace a path his tongue follows down Hartley’s chest,


plucking ripe nipples, tickling over lithe muscles, down to the


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